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"Meanwhile" was written by Heaton, Paul / Rotheray, Dave.
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Jack confides in Catherine
That hes filing for divorce
Catherine gives her promise
To keep it secret but of course

As soon as backs are turned in soaps
Theyre sharpening their claws
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

The congregations nervous
Especially bride to be
Theres three of them, shed rather have
Gone down on bended knee

Credits roll on, Speak up now
Or forever hold your peace
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

Its pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
Its a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing

The oldest of the brothers
The audience thought was dead
Returns to find his sister and his wife
Tucked up in bed

If this is true to life
Feed me fantasy instead
Meanwhile the whole world is collapsing

Its pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
Its a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Riots on the streets outside, theyre tearing up a nation
The whole wide world is collapsing

These petty little problems
They bring into our home
We actually tend to laugh about
'Cause ours would not get shown

And suffering's so much funnier
When its theirs and not your own
Meanwhile your whole world is collapsing

Its pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
Its a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing
The whole wide world is collapsing

Songwriters
HEATON, PAUL / ROTHERAY, DAVE

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